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rise
again
(Sunday, 1st April, 2018)
in parrot bright
first up for the extra
here we Sunday are and out
to check the feathered sunshine
to tamper at the fire
I rise again
pinch punch
all the anger at is gone
from dreaming
how we were dogs for it
as every man woman
through the fires bent smoke
this is a fool's day too
cut down the close
and the far goes further
taller too
just look and you'll push back the sky
invent myself
this here-and-now
that is the task
to hand
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